"No Versed," I said to the nurse at the doctors office.
"I don't know if they use that drug for a D&C, but I'll make a note of that in your chart. Be sure to tell your anesthesiologist."
A few hours later, I was speaking with the pre registration woman at the hospital.
"No Versed," I said.
"I'll make a note of that in your chart. Be sure to tell your anesthesiologist."
A few minutes later, I was speaking with he pre registration woman at the women's health clinic where they'll do the D&C. She was explaining that they'd use Propofol.
"Oh, good. I like Propofol."
"Plus Versed and Fentanyl."
"Be sure to tell your anesthesiologist."
Seriously? What will he do? Will he make a note in my chart?
It has been twenty years, and I still cry when I think about the time the doctor turned into a giant sheep. I can always successfully convince them that I can't take the Versed, it's just a hassle. Everyone believes me when I say I'm allergic to penicillin. I think this time I'm going to focus on how I woke up to nurses yelling at me to breathe.
We shall see.